They're fascinating birds. I used to work in a factory that was on the bank of the Colne Brook in Wraysbury. We'd all stop work and sneak out to take a look everytime the goods-in/stores staff spotted a kingfisher on one of the trees overlooking the river out back.

AS kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: 5
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I do is me: for that I came.